(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Labor of Love
Seneca once remarked that no great thing is created suddenly. We are often seduced by the finished product, the polished surface, or the final result, forgetting that every achievement is merely the visible tip of a long, often quiet, process…
The Weight of a Breath
I was walking through the park this morning when I saw a toddler chasing a pigeon. She wasn't trying to catch it, really. She was just running because the bird was moving, and her laughter sounded like a small, bright bell ringing against the…
(c) Light & Composition UniversityThe Weight of a Crumb
I keep a small, tarnished silver butter knife in the back of my kitchen drawer, its handle worn smooth by hands that stopped reaching for it years ago. It is a heavy, quiet thing, yet it carries the memory of Sunday mornings when the house…